While the bustle and excitement was at its height at Trent Park a powerful motor car was speeding along the high-road at top pace. The driver was experienced and working under pressure, he had been promised a liberal tip if he arrived in time.
Behind sat Alan, endeavoring to restrain his feelings and keep quiet. From time to time he looked at his watch and replaced it in his pocket with an impatient movement.
The car stopped with a jerk. The driver was out in a moment. Alan followed. What was wrong?
The tool box was relied upon. The man knew his work. In a quarter of an hour the car moved on, but precious time had been lost.
"We'll do it all right," said the driver.
Alan doubted, but held his peace. It would be a terrible disappointment to arrive too late.
He must keep as calm as possible, excitement was bad for him, his nerve had been severely tried.
The landscape became more familiar with each mile passed. He was lucky to be home again. He gave a few thoughts to his recent adventures and was thankful he had pulled through.
The Park appeared in the distance. A glance at the watch showed it would be "neck or nothing," he might just do it.
Something went wrong with the steering gear, the car swerved and the front wheels stuck in the ditch. The driver was shot out and Alan flung against the back of the front seat. The man was unhurt and on his feet in a few seconds.